It's hot. Soooo hot. Too hot to climb up to the lookout, even if there might be a breeze up there. Can't believe that Kathe's son Jake is willing to go out on the roof and do shingling when it's so hot. Still, this is the week when he's here....
It's so hot that the rats, in their cage in the living room, are lying around separately, not in one big pile.
And on a day like this, what are people doing? Sending me the darnedest things in my e-mail, that's what.
The Nose Museum.
The Sasquatch Militia.
Forgotten Heroes.
In other words, all kinds of stuff.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "You will receive mail from a friend."\\
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